Page 75 of A Master's Destiny
The sound of a lone flute suddenly fills the auditorium, and Nosaka picks up the first bundle of jute. “Kiss it,” he commands.
She presses her lips against his rope.
Nosaka then begins to unravel the jute slowly. “Raise your arms for me,” he orders in a seductive tone.
The submissive slowly lifts her arms, and he reaches around her, placing the rope just above her breasts. He slips it into the loop he’s made and begins pulling it through. He does it artfully, the rope acting as an extension of himself as it caresses her skin.
Throughout the scene, I can hear the sound of the rope slapping the floor as he maneuvers the long strand of jute and ties it into intricate knots, binding his submissive in a decorative pattern of rope.
I sense an almost darker sexual undertone when he takes hold of her silk kimono and spreads it open, artfully displaying her breasts bound in rope. She is completely helpless, his willing captive.
Nosaka maintains the sexual tension throughout the scene, kissing and touching her body as he binds her hands behind her back. He then lays her down on the mat to begin working on her feet.
When he is finished, Nosaka lies down on his side, facing her, and stares into her eyes as he runs his hands over her body, tracing the lines of the rope.
Kissing her deeply, he moves one hand between her legs. I hear her muffled moan of pleasure as her body responds. She shudders visibly when she comes.
With the same patience and care he took to bind her, Tono Nosaka begins unraveling the rope. The sound of the ends of the rope hitting the floor in a rhythmic pattern as he unties each knot is hypnotizing.
When he is finished, he helps his submissive to stand. She bows to him first and then to us. The woman’s skin is covered in intricate marks left by the rope, creating an art form all its own.
There is no doubt I am in the presence of a true master.
At the end of the night, I seek out Nosaka, wanting to catch up with him and see what he’s been up to. “Hey, Nosaka.”
He turns and nods in acknowledgment, finishing his conversation with Laird before he walks over to me. “Do you have any questions about tonight’s demonstration?”
“None at all. You did a fantastic job, Nosaka. In fact, I’m ashamed to admit how woefully ignorant I was of your level of expertise. The intricacies of the knots and the complicated patterns make Kinbaku a challenging technique to learn.”
He laughs. “I assure you, it is easily mastered with time.”
I shake my head in disagreement. “The knots, possibly, but the profound connection you have with your submissives is unique to you.”
He smiles. “That is the level of connection I seek, and Kinbaku is my preferred method of achieving it.”
“Well, my hat’s off to you. It is truly an art that demands dedication.”
“If you ever wish to learn the intricacies of suspension in rope, I would be happy to mentor you.”
I clap him on the shoulder. “That is quite an offer, Nosaka, and I deeply appreciate it. However, it would require more time than I have right now.”
“I understand. However, I still owe you for the camera you gave me. Because of your generous gift, I was not only able to make a living through my photography, but it also helped me establish myself in the BDSM community here in LA.”
“I’m seriously glad you got some use out of it, but I said you owed me nothing, and I meant it. You did me a favor by taking it. Otherwise, it would still be sitting in a junk drawer, dusty from disuse.”
Nosaka smiles as he opens his tool bag and hands me five bundles of jute. “Please let me offer you this in exchange. I conditioned them myself.”
I take his jute, fully aware of the honor of such a gift. “Thank you.”
“I hope they bring you years of enjoyment.”
I place them in my tool bag. “I’m certain they will.”
He smiles at me thoughtfully. “It is good to see you thriving here.”
I grin, unable to contain my enthusiasm. “In all honesty, I can’t get enough. I want to know it all—all at once.”
He chuckles. “Although I enjoy knowing the many intricacies of one vocation, I admire your ambition.”
